Repentance In Action
Pharisee Simon gave meals to Jesus, the Bible says.
Did he wash his feet? Did he give him a fraternal kiss?
All these a woman of the town did in her unfeigned ways
Did she long for freedom from her sins and eternal bliss?
Tears, like the floods of a monsoon, cascaded from her eyes.
With these, she washed the feet of Jesus; wiped them with her hair.
She poured alabaster on him, as though he were her prize.
With its scent, rose in Simon, unsolvable questionnaire.
Why doesn't he discern plums from bitter-guards? Simon thought.
Doesn't he differentiate good women from street girls?
From cynicism, Simon's mind to optimism, Jesus brought
From love, as per Jesus, forgiveness, like blossoms, unfurls
The woman left, like a new-born, sins forgiven, grace-filled.
At the all-holding nature of Jesus, each one was thrilled.
Copyright © Christuraj Alex | Year Posted 2024
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